Chapter 10

The walls of the white room were armed with numerous cupboards and cabinets of various sizes, all sealed and hiding what lay within from casual observance. Rings of steel were set upon the floor and ceiling, ready to capture the slave being brought into this room. Other engines also awaited use, a dark wood sawhorse, a rack, a cross, all solid of construction and armed with shackles and moorings for restraints.

A pair of vast oval windows dominated the far wall, the dull light of the room allowing a spectacular view of the ocean and the Nymphs and fish flowing past it. The waters were dark beyond, the room located above the anchored lights that replaced the sun in the garden.

The sea denizens that swam past were bathed in the light of the structure itself, their scales and uniforms flashing with colour as they looked in on dry land, studying the sights presented through the windows.

Oceanus followed them in and walked towards a window where a sawhorse and pillory had been combined. Running a hand along the padded upper surface of the horse, it led his fingers to the stocks, the engine designed to have a slave lay upon it, their legs splayed by the legs of the sawhorse, while their hands and head were locked into the pillory.

‘Lock,’ stated Tethys to the door as she again played her ring.

The portal hissed shut and restored its barricades, making Mina suspect that the rings were not mere jewellery but keys of some remote variety.

‘Now little Nymph, let’s see you squirm,’ she stated, drawing Mina to the horse until her belly met the leading edge.

Working together they each took a leg, unfastening the fetters and set her free. She was tempted to lash out, to instigate retaliation, but while her body was still locked in the straitjacket she would be able to do nothing save injure and irk her captors.

It was her tactical mind explaining something she wanted to deny. Mina was telling such reassurances to herself to hide the fact that she wanted to be bound and used by this couple, to be trained to obey them, to be theirs.

Grabbing a shoulder and inner thigh, they lifted her up and onto the cool leather surface, spreading her upon the end so that her legs draped down along the inverted V of the sawhorse legs. Her bodyweight settled onto the chastity belt, pushing the toys deeper and making her groan against her gag, the acute penetration testing her limits. She wriggled a little and pulled with her legs, giving a little defiance as the couple held them tight, feeding her ankles into new bonds, and then applying new straps to the middle of her thighs, tightening them with a wrench that squeezed her flesh.

Upright and bound by this lewd split, Mina slithered within the sweat-saturated folds of the jacket, reprising her submissive stature. It was like being in a dream, a strange sense of detachment that inhibited any rational response. She was being restrained by a dominant couple in an underwater empire of sadomasochism and slavery. She was gagged and bound in rubber, twisted and enslaved, and here she was, letting herself be swallowed up by her role instead of fighting it. It was beyond a dream in its fantastic proportions.

Tethys walked around behind the pillory and lifted the slat, holding it there as Oceanus stepped beside Mina and sought to drag her down. Mina fought back, resisting with all her strength, her back trying to hold off the man’s intentions.

‘Naughty little Nymph,’ he muttered jovially, and applied more brawn higher up, overcoming her and laying Mina flat, her neck falling into the groove. Tethys lowered the wooden pane, her throat now being captured with a wooden hoop that was padded with soft foam rubber. The beam of the sawhorse ran down her front, bisecting her bound breasts, the leather and rubber squeaking as she writhed against the restraint.

‘Such a sweet thing,’ purred Tethys, stroking Mina’s cheek with fondness as she flicked her gaze wildly about, the input of new sensations and the uncertainty of what was going to be done to her making her anxious. Tethys could read her fear and tried to soothe it.

‘Don’t worry, little Nymph, it’ll all be okay,’ she asserted, and then moved round to join her husband. ‘It will take some time, but we’ll have you relishing this and begging for more.’

‘Such a pert little bottom, she must really work out to keep such a figure,’ pondered Oceanus, and Mina’s eyes bulged as she felt the man cupping and kneading her flesh, appraising the muscle tone and silken smoothness of her rear. ‘Here, feel for yourself, her muscles are like iron under this satin skin,’ he offered.

The digits of the woman joined him, the light touch suddenly becoming more intensive in its examination, as though she had not believed her spouse and was startled by how true his statement was. ‘Amazing, she looks so innocent and frail,’ she stated, her hands lowering, feeling her legs, tracing her nails over the tender flesh of Mina’s inner thighs. Within her chastity belt, Mina’s sex was growing moist with hunger.

‘There’s definitely more to this Nymph than meets the eye,’ he added.

‘A bargain,’ agreed the woman. ‘Hyperion will be furious when he finds out what he let slip through his fingers. She’ll be a treasure once she’s trained.’

‘Let’s see if she’s as resilient as she is glorious,’ mused Oceanus, and in the reflection on the window Mina saw them entering the cupboards.

In the waters without Mina could see some of the Nymphs gathering, hovering before her, floating in the cold darkness, their second skins flashing with light as they studied her initiation, enjoying the experience vicariously.

Mina was shivering with expectation. She was thrilled by the fact that they were so impressed by her, that they were appreciating all she had so diligently fought to create.

All throughout her training and exercise, none had ever seen the results so casually displayed, none had ever owned her or controlled her. The affairs she had were ones she cultivated and controlled, but here she was the one being led.

The nodule at her sex started to vibrate, tickling and making her gasp with delight as it grew to a fever pitch of oscillating influence. Mina let herself sink into libidinous excess, writhing and shuddering, careless of the image she presented. She was going to escape this place, she had to, that much was certain. She could not overcome her sense of obligation, but until she decided to, she would let herself fully enjoy her slavery. There was no threat to her masters from this empire, there was no rush to flee it, she would stay here awhile, treat herself to a well earned vacation.

‘Look at this, Oceanus,’ chuckled Tethys.

‘She performs a fine dance indeed. Quite a tempting treat.’

The toy ceased its toil and left Mina slack upon the construction, panting through her nose, trying to press her loins against the beam, to shift the dildos and acquire the last few twitches of motion that would satisfy her.

Tethys appeared beside her and started to massage Mina’s latex sheathed breasts, the tight uniform keeping them under firm control. Her nipples began to fight the thick garment, the substance dwindling but not stopping the feeling from slithering through. The latex was slick against her, her sweat making it slide and tease her all the more.

With a wicked smile the woman produced a clover clamp, the chain links dropping from the ends connecting to individual weights.

Capturing Mina’s nipple beneath the jacket, she pushed in and ensured the teat was caught within the jaws. The ferocious bite of the implement reached through and compressed the tender bud, making Mina close her eyes and vent murmurs of dismay into her gag. The squeezing gnaw of the toy increased as the weight was left to tangle, the cramping influence making Mina writhe, trying to steer the dildos within her, to make them serve instead of plague.

Her other breast was treated to a similar decoration, her squirming making the weights swing and sway beneath her like pendulums. The discomfort was strange, almost erotic, and though they pained her, Mina was most certainly not opposed to them.

Whimpering in a mixture of pain and pleasure, she awaited their next acts with verve.

An open palm whistled through the air and clapped to her rear, imparting a hot flash that made her jolt and squeak with delight. The applause to her buttocks continued, the two of them applying rhythmic smacks, spanking their possession as she revelled in the warmth they continued to impart with their persecution of her seat.

The effulgent swell continued to increase, the endorphins set loose by the clamps helping her find satisfaction in her discipline. Again and again they struck, the spanking echoing through the room as Mina burbled and sobbed with glee, her skin growing hot, the straitjacket becoming a sweltering prison as her buttocks became incandescent mounds, each new spank becoming more painful and making the skin even hotter.

‘We could cook toast on these cheeks,’ mused Tethys.

‘Such a glow, and she’s wanton for more. Perhaps something of more substance is required, is that it? Do you want a paddling, little Nymph?’ offered Oceanus, stroking the flushed skin with a delicate touch that had the muscles flicking into tensed bursts.

Mina squirmed and bobbed her head as best she could, all too eager to feel more of these wonderful sensations. Bound tight, tied up and chastised, she had never thought such acts could be so intense and so pleasing.

There was a shuffle of movement and the couple were equipped with their weapons. The cool surface of a latex paddle and a wooden alternative stroked individual buttocks, rubbing in circles as Mina closed her eyes, tears forming in them. But they were not tears of sorrow; they were salty pearls of rapture.

The paddles jumped back and hummed against the air before connecting fully to their targets. The lucid pang that poured through the tenderised flesh made Mina scream against her gag. They were far more significant a tool than the hands of her owners, and although harder to bear, she frantically wanted more.

Again the paddles started to apply themselves to her, the pair working slower, the weapons pausing between each stroke, letting the bloom of pain they imparted wither a little before bringing forth another.

The range of their application also increased, and they started to hound her thighs, the area between buttock and thigh being the worst places she could sustain them, the skin extremely tender in such a region.

Her legs kicked against the straps, making the construction groan to contain her as she tested it with her full strength. She knew she could not escape, but it felt good to try, it impressed her submission onto her when she fought with all her might to get out and could not, only lie there and continue to accept their harrowing education.

The wild claps to her skin stopped and she sagged, tears rolling down her face and over the gag - tears of joy, of liberation.

‘My she is hungry,’ Oceanus stated, putting a cool hand to her volcanic rear.

‘Maybe we can proceed to the cane,’ Tethys pondered.

‘You think she can take it? We don’t want to push her too far.’

‘Do you think you can handle a few strokes of the cane, sweet little Nymph?’ she asked softly, walking around the stocks to find Mina’s face, emerging meekly through the wood.

Mina nodded, the woman crouching before her and meeting her imploring eyes.

‘Now you know we are only doing this because we love you, like we love all our little Nymphs. You need this - you need to be punished. Is that not so?’ she asked sweetly, speaking with genuine earnest.

Mina sobbed and nodded, powerful and unexplained levels of emotion coursing through her. It was as though their treatment were smashing a dam within her, letting all her pent up and suppressed emotion thunder through, and her psyche could barely cope, plunging her into a state as an uncontrollable mess.

‘We will only give you a few. But after all the spanking and paddling they will come up as severe welts that will last. Would you like that?’

Again Mina nodded. She wanted them to apply the cane to her, to give her a sound thrashing. She knew she would probably regret it when they started, that she would fight and scream and try anything to get out from under its terrible shadow, but right now, and afterwards, she would desire it with all her heart.

‘Good little Nymph,’ she said, and kissed Mina’s damp cheek, taking a specimen of salty moisture and sweat from the skin. Licking her lips the dominatrix carried the cocktail across her palate to savour it. ‘Oh, you are such a sweet one, we’ll definitely have to keep you all to ourselves. Teach you to be good, punish you and pleasure you all day and all night, and take you swimming with us. We haven’t had a pet in a long time, and I think you may be worthy of such an elevated position.’

‘First though, we’ll get you out of that jacket, and add some more additions to those breasts,’ stated Oceanus, caressing the flushed cheeks of her anus, making Mina spasm slightly as the touch of his cool fingers irked the prickly skin. ‘I want to see them in full.’

Tethys reached in and released the clamps together, making Mina launch into a wild throe when repressed feeling galloped back into the tissues, announcing themselves with a bellowing cry. It was an unexpected result, but one that brought a welcome smile to her gagged lips.

Mina was a languid heap as they unfastened her arms, opening the buckles and letting the long entrapped appendages simply drop. She tried to move them but they responded with a few twitches and nothing more.

The back of the jacket was opened and she gasped as cool air rushed in and chilled the sodden layer of her skin. Mina shivered with the cold. She had been within this infernal cocoon for so long that even room temperature seemed an arctic atmosphere to her.

Together the couple drew the jacket from her arms and set the wet garment aside, her body coated with a rapidly evaporating glaze, the heat of her torso shedding the sweat, stripping away her heat.

The slat at her head was opened and her arms put into the vacant grooves before they were closed again, applying a soft squeeze to her wrists. The lock was thrown and she felt fingers brush her nipples. Sore from the clamps, she let out a muted wail as the pincers were returned to her, the loss of the rubber sheath and the lingering effects of their previous companionship making them far more stern.

When the weights again dragged her nipples down she gasped and groaned, adding pips of shock when the pair started to gather pinches of her assets in the teeth of wooden pegs.

When they let go the implements squeezed the flesh, installing a dull pounding ache, stealing the feeling, stockpiling a reservoir of pain that they were hiding until such time as they were set free, so they might release the store in full.

Until then they continued to ferret away the sensation. The longer they stayed in place, the more grievous there loss would be. It was a dilemma that had Mina wriggling in delectation.

Enthralled by her dance and her response to their teasing torments, they started to add some to her legs and arms, capturing morsels in the hungry wooden mouths and applying rows along her biceps and triceps, adding others down her thighs.

‘Is our little slave full?’ asked Tethys, brushing a hand along a row of pegs, making them pull at their captured nuggets of skin and increase their work. ‘Has she had enough, or does she still want the cane?’

Mina nodded, lost in a storm of sensation, melting into a consuming crapulence, one kindled by her containment and punishment.

‘So eager, and so beautiful,’ purred Oceanus, and the couple crossed their canes before embracing each other and kissing deeply, their passions inflamed by their deeds. Mina felt them bump against her rear, their latex clothes slithering against her as they caressed each other and continued their exchange.

Aflame with lust, she watched in the reflection of the window as Oceanus held the bra cups of his wife, massaging her breasts, her lips locked to his, their tongues flitting on each other. Tethys held to her partner’s rear with one hand while the other groped at his loins, his erect shaft straining against the latex.

Oceanus copied the motion, letting a hand wander down the mesh covered belly of his wife to begin rubbing against her crotch, the rubber squeaking softly as she purred with rhapsody. His kisses descended down her neck, taking in an earlobe to suckle on before placing soft brushes of his lips to her throat, her head flopping back to reveal more space to his intentions.

They broke free of each other’s arms and there was a whistle upon the air as the first slender bamboo strut cut a line against the quiet and slammed to Mina’s rear. The effect took a moment to arrive, the flesh slothful in its reviling of the cane, but when the fiery eruption rolled along the welt it painted, Mina screamed into her gag. The pain was intense and terrible.

Again they struck, and again, applying their weapons with precision, making her fight the restraints and squeal into the gag, her senses dissolving upon a maelstrom of suffering. This was too much, she could not take this, she wanted them to stop, to let her free.

Time lost all meaning as they let her taste of the canes. All Mina became aware of was the nova of searing feeling in her rear and thighs. And as they worked their deeds they started to open the pegs and drop them, the wooden toys bouncing on the floor as the canes continued to thwack steadily into her brutalised rear.

Each removal instigated a sudden escalation of pain before it started to dwindle, dragging Mina through alternating trials of cane and peg.

When the last came free they opened her clamps simultaneously, the resulting storm causing her to fling recklessly against her bonds and shriek, the cry rising to a keening pitch when both canes struck at the same time, picking regions already well versed in their attacks.

Slowly she started to work her way down from the plateau she had been deposited on, and her wavering sight started to clear once more, exposing the phalanx of Nymphs hanging outside, watching with wonder as she suffered. To the captives beyond it must be like a television, a large glass window into the life of another.

The hatred and loathing that the strokes had inflicted crumbled, and she broke into a mournful sobbing fit, sniffling and crying without reason as her body was riven with vibrating tremors. She felt indescribably purged, a warm sense of exorcism. She had suffered for a cause. The weapons had set free all her problems and stripped her of emotional baggage. She wept freely, feeling the hands of her owners comforting her.

Tethys came round and cupped her face, holding her to her cleavage, Mina’s tears slipping through the fishnet and onto her skin, the scent of the fabric, of skin, sweat and latex filling each sniffled inhale.

‘There, it’s all over little Nymph, it’s all gone. You did well, we’re both very proud of you,’ she soothed, and Mina continued to weep, a joy at her performance mixing with her purging sanctity. She was flying on wings of silk, relaxed and at a tranquil peace she had never known. These people loved her for real, they adored her, they wanted to have her with them always and would always show her the attention she had never known. She had never felt so happy and content.

For long minutes they left her to vent her emotions, setting them free and then relaxing slowly into her bondage.

Oceanus began to remove the straps and bonds, lifting the slat and then together they helped Mina down. She curled into a ball between them, the two dominants petting her as she continued to grizzle meekly.

She couldn’t even recall the last time she had cried, and she had never before given reign to such a fit as now. The knowledge that she was so vulnerable to this erotic enslavement was terrifying. If she let herself stay here, if she let herself continue under their rule for even another hour, she might become lost to it. She had to get free, she did not want to, but she had obligated herself, she had a duty to perform. The complex decision was tearing at her. She had found contentment, she had found happiness for the first time in her life, but she had spent all her years adhering to a private law of honour, and she had sworn to do this deed.

A film she saw as a child had impressed upon her a phrase, and it had haunted her ever since: ‘when I’m paid, I always see the job through’. Such blind and unwavering commitment was admirable, and unconsciously she had emulated and lived to this private rule.

Mina had no alternative left, she had to act now.